Post by creeperscreamer on Jun 6, 2009 15:19:49 GMT -5
when i was 15 i had a best friend who lived in montreal,i had moved away from there to edmonton three years before and the summer before i turned 16 i went to visit her,my friend lived in an old rundown house that had been built in the early 1800's,when i went to see her she had just bought the house,what i am about to tell you is the horrifying truth of teh house,and tehe vents leading up to how we found it out,five occurences happened.my friend has a little brother johnny who is 5 and a little sister kelly who is 7,one day we were in the basement trying to entertain her little brother,kelly said she ahd to go to the bathroom ane went upstairs,about ten minutes later we heard a sickening splintering sound and a earpiercing shriek,we ran upstairs and saw kelly huddled on the floor crying,we asked her what was wrong adn she just pointed up at the mirror,it had cracked,but ti was weird,the crack was perfectly straight,from one corner to the other,and there was blood int eh crack adn splattered on the edge of teh sink,we took kelly outside and called ehr dad,when he got home he threw out the mirror and bought a new one.a couple of nights later i was woken up by somewhone crying, alittle girl by the sounds of it,at first i thought it was kelly but i checked on her and she was sound asleep,i even checked johnny but ehw as asleep too,i the crying finally stopped but i was so scared that i just went to my room adn stayed there,the morning after i was convinced something was wrong,we were in the living room and it was boiling,we couldnt get why it was so hot because it had been raining earlier and it was cold outside,my friend started to smell smoke coming from the basement,so we went downstairs and teh closer we got the strongewr the smell got,we even started to hear the sounds of a fire crackling,wehn we got to wehre teh sound was coming from we saw it was an old furnace,but ti was off,we touched the logs and tehywe re cold,but we could still smell smoke ad a fire crackling.we had had enough,we spent a week searching for info on the house,we didnt find anything until two weeks later,that night we were all in teh den, we were on the laptop and we found a site on teh house,we clicked on the site and started reading,suddenly a bone chilling scream shook teh house from one end to another,we looked at each other alramed,we knew it wasnt the kids,theyw ere asleep int eh couch with us,then all of a sudden it stopped,and a dark evil malicious laugh started,but again quiqly it went away,we went to ebd after that we were too scared, the alst occurence happed in my last week at the house,i had gone inside to get something and kelly was outside laughing wehr ehad off,i came back outside and apolagized for leaving her, she said tis ok,my frend stephanie kept me company,i was startled adn asked her who stephanie was,she said she was 10,she ahd long blond hair adn blue eyes and wore a white nightgown,i asked ehr wehre she was now and kelly pointed to a small archway in the backyard, i looked up adn froze,there stood a little girl with blood trickling down her forehead and a huge splatter of blood on her goe=wn and long cut on ehr neck,then she disapeared,i immediantely looked the house up on the computer and read teh entry,the house had been built in 1865,the first owner was a man by the name od donald,that was all ti said,his nieces name was stephanie and she ahd been visiting him,but one day disapeared,i looked through teh attic and found a diary,it was donalds,he wrote taht he ahd killed his niece,smashed her head on the bathroom mirror,she ran off and hid in the closet and cried,but ehr found her and cut her throat,he cute her head off,and hid it in a crevice int eh wall behind some bricks,tehn burned her body in the old furnace,i told my friends parents about this and showed tehm the diary,we all agreed to burn the diary and never speak of it again,they moved,last i heard was teh new owner of teh house was searching the basement and came across a foul odour,he broke away some of the bricks and found a old blanket splattered in blood,inside was a himan skull of a ten year odl child,the house was later demolished and the ghost has never been seen again,i never want to relive an experince like that,my friend was so shaken taht she denies that it ever happened,i know better.